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My little flower of the field.


Cercoil my little wildflower.

The search within your
and my big eyes. The
try the sound of my and your words.
you try, little flower, and bend it in his hands.
Our hearts beat in unison.
Today our life is out of tune music.
Poetry,
we burned in the sun and the moon of summer.
you try and tell you,
with the liquid eyes of memory,
I've had for a while
deep as an existence,
all the flavor and color,
of your vitality. Today I
consumption, embraced the solitude, my
mate and companion.
A huge carpet of autumn leaves moltplica infinity
this infinity.
You little, tender, wild flower,
you still want to touch, smell.
visible, will not stay, my astonishment.